Friday’s Page 69 ~ Me, Suzy P.

Yes. I know exactly what Murphy’s like. Which is precisely the reason I want to get out of going. After Millie’s dad had too much to drink in the pub one night, he bought Murphy as a puppy from some random man. The guy promised it was a small dog, but Murphy’s never really stopped growing. He’s the size of a Shetland pony and probably weighs more than I do. Last time Millie took Murphy out, she almost got hauled into the duck pond on the common, but she completely adores him.